Kicca

As an Italian food addict as of late, we decided to get a recommendation from our oh so posh Italian friend who knows just where to find every last drop of eurotrashism in London. We then find ourselves in Chelsea and I quickly remember why I had stopped taking his advice.
Kicca, purely by food standards, is fine. It strays from being a traditional Italian restaurant with hints pan-​Euro cuisine. The buffalo and prosciutto (according to my man) were excellent. The calamari was too battered and the tartar tasted as if it were bought at M&S. That day they didn’t have any tuna which is fine. I’d rather them say they didn’t have any than serve me three-​day old tuna, so I opted for the lobster linguine which by all account was boring. My man had the fettuccine with mushrooms which was far over cooked, and not up to the al dente stylehow it is meant to be served, which again, could have been served up at any restaurant. Unimpressive.
The bread basket didn’t seem freshly baked, and the limoncello was not on the house, which should be standard at restaurant were the bill for two comes to 160 pounds.
In general I wasn’t impressed with the selection of menu items, he food, or the ambiance, and I found the prices to be far too high for the value and the quality of the restaurant. It is not well designed, but the people that eat there are pretty, if they eat at all.
Apparently there is another Italian place around the corner on Walton st. called Scalini that we’ll try next time, if you manage to drag me back to Chelsea.